In the Qianshan Jade Arena, as the battle entered a fever pitch, the two outer sect disciples on the arena looked exhausted, while cheers came from the disciples on the surrounding steps.
"Bao Zilou, I have put three pieces of low-grade spiritual jade on you. If you dare to lose, I will look good on you after the competition is over!"
"Huang Can, you also said that your family's sword technique of breaking water and destroying clouds is the best in the Wei Kingdom. I think they are all sword techniques of the three-legged cat. They can't even defeat trash like Bao Zilou. I think it will be called the three-legged cat sword from now on." Law!"
"Shut up, my swordsmanship is even praised by the King of Wei. My grandfather has made countless achievements with it. How can it be some kind of three-legged cat swordsmanship? If you continue to talk nonsense, after I clean up Bao Zilou, it will be your turn next !”
"Ouch, I'm so scared, little Huang Can, this is not the secular world. Even if your swordsmanship can show off tricks, it is still secular swordsmanship after all. What is it if it's not the three-legged cat swordsmanship?"
"You——" On the stage, the young disciple named Huang Can was furious and shouted: "Okay, I will show you the power of my grandfather's swordsmanship now..."
Before he finished speaking, the disciple surnamed Bao in front took a breath, took out a red magic talisman from his storage bag, injected it with spiritual power, and swung it forward. A ball of blazing fire as big as a fist suddenly appeared, and hit the ground without anything. The chest of the defensive disciple named Huang exploded with a roar.
Poof!
In the fire smoke, the disciple surnamed Huang flew backwards, exposing a large area of charred skin on his chest. He spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and fell to the ground. After struggling for a few times, he tilted his head and fainted, causing the surrounding disciples watching the battle to burst into laughter.
It is true that you cannot ask for help during the competition, but this does not mean that you cannot verbally intervene in the competition outside the field.
The disciple in black shook his head. Upon seeing this, the disciple named Bao walked up to the disciple named Huang, took off the spiritual weapon and the storage bag from his waist, bowed his hands to the disciple in black, and turned around to leave.
Seeing this, the disciples outside the field flocked to an outer sect disciple with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and received the spiritual jade from his hand, while some people became dejected and dispersed one after another.
An hour passed in a blink of an eye, and all the disciples watching the battle in the Jade Arena left. Only the disciple with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was left, practicing quietly on the side, not knowing what he was waiting for.
After a moment, the disciple opened his eyes, looked at a disciple who appeared below, and said jokingly: "Isn't this Brother Ding? Why are you here? Could it be that you are targeting someone again this time?"
Ding Hu smiled coldly and did not respond. He swept around the steps and fixed his gaze on Cen Yun, who had no sense of existence. He said: "You damn boy, you don't want to continue hiding in the deep mountains and forests like a mouse. How dare you?" If you jump out and provoke me, you will have to pay the price today!"
After hearing this, the shrewd disciple followed his gaze to look at Cen Yun on the other side of the steps. Seeing that the spiritual power fluctuations in his body were only at the level of Qi Refining, he couldn't help but frown and said: "Although teasing the younger generation has always been your interest, what's wrong with this kid?" You see, they are all registered disciples. Even if you win, what will you get? Are you serious?"
"But this has nothing to do with me. It's rare that there is a competition today. We might as well ask everyone to come and take a look. Maybe we can earn some spiritual jade!"
As he said this, the shrewd disciple took out the gong from his storage bag and sounded it. The sound spread for miles. Most of the disciples who had just left and were wandering around returned to the side of the Jade Arena, and there were also a few people who came to watch the excitement. Unfamiliar faces.
I saw the shrewd disciple banging the gong and shouting: "Come and take a look. Take a look. Ding Hu, the tiger of the outer sect of the second level of Qi Refining, is fighting... the registered disciple of the first level of Qi Refining who came to challenge. Whether this boy can withstand Ding Hu's attack, I will bet on Lingyu at a loss of three for one, so hurry up and place your bets if you want to buy it!"
"What, Ding Hu versus a registered disciple?"
"I've heard that Ding Hu likes to tease his juniors, but I didn't expect him to be so unlimited! By the way, do you know who this arrogant boy is?"
"I have some impressions of this boy. He seems to be a handyman brought back by Inner Sect Senior Brother Zhao half a year ago. It is said that he broke through the first level of Qi Refining in only three months. How come half a year has passed and he is still a registered disciple? Could it be because The promotion task was blocked by Ding Hu, so you came to challenge with resentment?"
"The promotion task has not been completed. The worst thing is to accept it again. There is no need to challenge an opponent whose cultivation level is higher than yours, right? But since he dares to challenge, he must have some skills, so I will buy him a piece of low-grade spiritual jade, which can last for a stick of incense. Bar!"
"Hmph, how can ordinary people cross the cultivation gap? Even if this kid has some qualifications, there is no way he can survive a stick of incense. Brother Pang, if I buy him three pieces of low-grade spiritual jade, he can't survive a stick of incense!"
As the sound of discussion spread from the steps outside the venue, the disciples from the outer sect who came to watch the excitement came to the shrewd disciple named Pang Jian and took out their spiritual jade to place bets.
Pang Jian had a cheerful smile on his face and used his account book to write down the amount of bets each disciple had placed on him. Unexpectedly, a clear and unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind him.
"If you make the right bet here, you can get the spiritual jade, right?"
Pang Jian turned around and saw a strange man with a gentle and scholarly appearance. He smiled and said, "This must be the first time for this senior brother. Yes, as long as you can win the bet, you can get the spiritual jade."
"So, if that junior brother wins, no matter which side he bets on, it won't be considered correct and he won't get the spiritual jade?" asked the scholar-like disciple.
"Haha, this is impossible. After all, that kid is only at the first level of Qi Refining, and he is still a registered disciple. He has no spiritual weapons or magical talisman pills, so it is impossible to win. If he can win, what's the point of losing a hundred for each one? No?"
"Hey, it's interesting. Do you want to pay a hundred for one? Then I'll give you a piece of low-grade spiritual jade. I'll bet that the junior brother can win this competition." After saying that, the scholar-xiang disciple handed over a piece of low-grade spiritual jade. In the hands of Pang Jian.
Pang Jian was stunned for a moment, and looked at the disciple strangely. He did have a strange face. Then he looked at Cen Yun who was standing on the ring. He was indeed at the first level of Qi Refining.
"You still don't know your senior brother's name?" Pang Jian accepted the spirit jade, but still asked with a cautious smile.
"Mumao."
"Mu Mao..." Pang Jian searched carefully in his mind, but there was no clue about the person in front of him. He nodded and said: "Okay, Brother Mu, I will accept this deal!"
The disciple named Mumao smiled, walked to the distance and sat down, looking into the field with interest.
At the same time, Cen Yun looked at Ding Hu on the ring.
He found that Ding Hu seemed a little different from an hour ago. Although the spiritual power in his body had not changed, the green veins on his neck and the dense bloodshot eyes in his eyes gave him an unknown premonition.
Under the ring, the disciple in black glanced at the two of them strangely, and found that Cen Yun had deliberately concealed his cultivation, and couldn't help but look strange.
Although there are many disciples of the outer sect, he knows most of them who are slightly famous, but why has he never heard of this young man? It stands to reason that someone who can cultivate to such a level at such a young age should have been taken seriously by the sect, right?
The disciple in black said: "Do you all know the rules of the competition?"
Cen Yun nodded.
Ding Hu sneered: "Boy, I will let you know the consequences of provoking me, but don't even think about escaping from this duel!"
"Is all you can do with your words?" Cen Yun said impatiently.
"Whether I'm talking about it or not, you'll know soon!" As he said that, Ding Hu took out his silver sword and jumped into the air with strong murderous intent and struck Cen Yun on the head.
Cen Yun's eyes were solemn, and with a shake of his right hand, a white bone spur came out of his sleeve, and he blocked it in the air.
bump!
With the collision of the two spiritual weapons, Cen Yun felt as if a huge force was pressing down from the bone spurs. All the bones in his body were squeezed as if they were about to move apart, and the ground he stepped on was cracked slightly. crack.
"It's weird, this guy had so much strength half a year ago?"
Cen Yun was secretly shocked. Logically speaking, at the third level of Qi Refining, he would be far superior to Ding Hu in both strength and spiritual power. However, at this moment, Ding Hu was actually superior in strength. It was hard not to think that, What did Ding Hu do during the moment he left?
A full blow was received by Cen Yun. A flash of surprise flashed in Ding Hu's eyes, and was immediately occupied by a stronger color of excitement. The silver sword in his hand was accompanied by violent swings of both arms, and dozens of sword lights were transformed into the wind. It rained down on Cen Yun, making the disciples watching the battle sigh.
Cen Yun's face was solemn, and he refused to fight. He found that except for Ding Hu's physical fitness, there was no significant improvement in other aspects. Apart from simple slashing and attacking, he did not use spiritual power spells. Compared with the previous game, The two of them are going to be bored.
If he had faced such a fierce offensive half a year ago, he might not have been able to resist, but now, he has the third level of Qi refining, and with a little movement of Yu Xing, all Ding Hu's attacks can be easily avoided. Open, not even touching the corner of his clothes.
Even so, Ding Hu was still attacking crazily, like a wild beast that had lost its mind, with red light flashing in its eyes, smashing shocking deep marks on the ground one after another, and the gravel flying, making the black-clothed disciples who were enforcing the law in the audience couldn't help but Frowning slightly, he noticed something was wrong.
"Kill, kill, kill -!" Ding Hu's eyes were bloodthirsty. He ignored the gazes of the surrounding disciples watching the battle and chased and slashed at Cen Yun with his teeth and claws.
"Are you crazy..." Sensing Ding Hu's change, Cen Yun made a seal with his right hand. An invisible wind wing appeared behind him and swung two finger-thick wind blades forward, hitting Ding Hu's ankles. It penetrates directly through flesh and blood.
thump!
Losing the support of his feet, Ding Hu instantly lost his balance and fell forward. However, his eyes were blood red and he kept roaring as he crawled forward. The two blood holes on his ankles actually began to swell with blood and began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A trace of doubt flashed in Cen Yun's heart. Although he didn't know why Ding Hu became like this, it was obviously not the time to think about it now. He used the Yuxing Technique and flashed to Ding Hu's side. His spiritual power gathered in his palms. He patted his lower back and spine heavily.
"stop!"
As a loud shout suddenly sounded outside the arena, the disciple in black rushed into the ring, but Cen Yun's palm fell before he came. With a click, Ding Hu didn't even scream. When he heard it, he foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Cen Yun stood up, glanced at the black-clothed disciples coming behind him, briefly raised his hands, took off Ding Hu's storage bag and the silver sword left in the field, and turned around to leave.
The disciple in black looked at the unconscious Ding Hu on the ground and felt a chill in his heart.
With his Dantian destroyed and his spine broken, Ding Hu will undoubtedly become a complete invalid for the rest of his life. This will be even more cruel than killing him.
